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CHAPTER 461
~Vera's POV~
Kent didn't kiss me. He didn't need to. The moment his hand slid from my waist and dropped to his side again, I knew what came next wasn't about seduction. Not yet.
This wasn't the time for lust. It was time for war.
He turned and walked toward the massive wall-length shelf where documents and folders were arranged like weapons. Strategic. Precise. Every detail of Thorned Crescent's black-market deals, Shadow Clave's movements, rogue wolf enclaves—they were all here.
"So," he said, picking up a file and tossing it onto the glass table, "are you going to tell me what your brilliant next move is, or should I guess?"
I moved toward the table, eyes scanning the map pinned under the open file.
"I want Zara Gold isolated," I said flatly. "Not just physically. Mentally. Emotionally. I want to break the golden thread she's holding onto—cut it from the root."
Kent folded his arms. "You mean Snow."
